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astraystayyh · 2 years ago

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My sun

a little something for channie's birthday, inspired by this pic he sent :') basically chan is tired and you're his sun. hurt/comfort.

chan is exhausted. you could sense it before even seeing him- from the way he quietly dropped his keys onto the kitchen table, to how he refrained from turning on any lights on his way to your bedroom; as if trying to minimize his existence, to soften the sounds he leaves on his trail so the world would finally allow him to rest.

or maybe you simply knew from the way your heart constricted in your chest as soon as you heard him open the door to your apartment. you were worried about him all week, sensing that his soul felt a bit heavier for him to carry, harder to care for due to all the work piled up on him.

you hurry to your feet, meeting him halfway at the entrance to your room. his gaze softens the moment it lands on you, with slightly puffy eyes and discheveled ginger hair- he's beautiful, even when he's utterly tired.

"hey, baby," you greet, opening your arms wide for him. he sinks into your embrace, sighing softly when his forehead presses onto your shoulder blade. you rub your hands soothingly across his back, willing the tension in his body to dissipate, to desert his bones and seep into yours. you'd do it all to lessen his load, even if it meant adding onto your own.

"did you eat?" you ask after a while, your hand smoothing down the back of his hair. he simply shakes his head against your body, a slight exhale escaping him and traversing your skin, like stones skipping across a tranquil river.

"let's eat together, hm?" you suggest, gently peeling yourself away from him. "i've made you dinner."

he manages a tired smile in reply, and the light in his eyes still seemed muted to you. but you kiss his cheek and the corners of his mouth tug upward a bit more, and it's a slight progress you'd take.

you lead him by the hand to the kitchen, settling him on the stool before heating up the meal you've made beforehand. you quickly move around, plating the food and pouring him his favorite soft drink. your hand brushes against his shoulder silently as you sit down in front of him.

you both eat in silence, his warm palm pressed against your knee. you didn't always need words to fill your home- your love spoke louder than man-made syllables.

"thank you, honey," chan whispers when he's done, a smile gracing his plump lips. it's brighter, and the light in his eyes sparkles even more when you kiss him in reply. you can't help but press your lips against his again, and again, and again, hoping that with each kiss the lights would gradually turn on within him, one by one.

"you can shower while i clean up, okay?" you beam at him, lips still tantalizing close to one another. he tilts his head upwards, placing a kiss on your nose in gratitude.

some time later, chan climbs onto your bed, the smell of his shampoo tickling your nostrils. he's wearing a black crewneck, the one you've heated up beforehand for him. you hoped that the warmth from the soft material would seep into his soul, igniting candles where the rain seems to have finally ceased.

you retrieve your moisturizer from your nightstand, before straddling chan's lap. he shifts slightly, settling his back against the headboard, allowing you to sit comfortably on his midriff. you scoop a bit of the cooling cream, before lathering it on his skin. your eyebrows are slightly knitted as you gently massage it in, you miss the way chan's eyes glimmer as he looks at you- the shinning lights are back on for you.

he grabs your wrist, halting your movement, before turning it around and placing a tender kiss on your pulse. the ghost of his breath sends shivers down your spine, and you retaliate by placing the tiniest peck on his palm, before trailing up his arm, his shoulder, then his jaw. chan giggles quietly as you pepper his entire face with kisses, making sure that no inch of skin is forgotten.

his face is dewy from the moisturizer, a pink hue tinting his cheeks from your kisses, and he looks so breathtakingly pretty as you finally curl your hand around the back of his neck, lowering his head to meet his lips in a tender kiss.

the seconds swiftly trickle into minutes, not that you'd know of as your mouths move lazily against one another, time no longer existing for the two of you. "i love you," he whispers, as you pull apart, slightly dazed. you gently cradle his cheek, thumb swiping tenderly from his temple to his under eye, "i love you too."

you turn off the light, before settling against his chest. his arms wrap around you, pulling you impossibly closer. you can feel his heart beating underneath you- a steady rhythm that would serve as backdrop to your dreams, later that night. he smells like coconut soap, and a faint whisper of his cologne that never truly leaves his clothes, even after laundry. you lightly untangle yourself from his hold, moving around until his face nestles in the crook of your neck.

"i want to hold you tonight," you whisper, fingers running through his slightly damp hair.

"thank you," he says quietly, pausing to press a kiss to your collarbones. "thank you for being my sun."

his body is snug against yours, a comforting warmth emanating from him to you. holding him feels like embracing the clouds and sinking into velvet pillows, it feels like coming home where all the lights are on, idly waiting for your return.

#i wrote this for the galaxies in chan's eyes and the incredible warmth he emanates.#skz x you #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz imagines #skz scenarios #bang chan x reader #bang chan imagines #skz fanfic #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #bang chan fluff #skz hurt/comfort

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multistanisms · 6 months ago

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Legacy of Snow Ch.3 || Stray Kids

FANDOM: Stray Kids

PAIRING: Han x Minho

WORD COUNT: 1634

RATING: M [for later chapters]

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: Mentions of blood and violence

SUMMARY:

Freshly graduated from a prestigious university for music and the arts, Han Jisung is ready to take on the world when he accepts employment at District 325 Records. Han’s dream of taking the world by storm with his talent hits a slight hiccup when a literal spark emanates from a high five he shares with his new boss. That moment brings him to the discovery that he is a direct descendant of a previous Pretear, a guardian to the world. With that knowledge he also finds that Chan isn’t entirely human, he’s what is called a Leafé Knight and he isn’t the only one who resides in the human realm.

Thrust into a fray of magic, learning his own abilities and fighting monsters of darkness, Han has a lot to endure fresh out of college. On top of it all, he has to deal with a growing attraction to one of the seven knights who fight alongside him. It’s a whirlwind for Han, but can he find his footing in the new world he’s found himself a part of?

Taglist: @no1likemybbgcharlie, @spookidema

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Chapter Three: Observations

At 1:45, Han was finishing up the setup of his computers in his office, music playing from his phone when there was a knock on the door and he looked up to see Chan. “Hey there, boss.” he chimes as he grins, waving one hand. “Lunch time already?”

“Yeah. You ready?” Chan asks as he leans against the doorway.

“Yep!” Han hops up as he speaks, grabbing his messenger bag out of habit and looping it over his body. “Where are we going?”

“You'll see. It's my favorite place, honestly.” Chan motions for Han to follow, leading the way to the elevators. “How are you settling in?”

“Pretty good. I was customizing my system and wallpapers.” Han replied, the pair finding pleasant conversation as Chan led the way down a few blocks. Han learned that Chan had two siblings that he doted on at every chance he was able. They talked about their families and the way they’d begun their journeys with music, and Han felt like he’d found a new older brother. It felt like no time had really passed when they reached a cafe and grill, Chan grinning as he lifted a hand to motion they had arrived.

“Here we are! Best place in the district.” Chan announced, reaching to open the door.

“It smells amazing in here.” Han mused as he walked in, looking around at the two sides of the building - to the left was a large cafe setting that had a few students working at tables. On the right side, a beautiful restaurant with most of the tables seated. “It’s gorgeous, too.” His attention was grabbed by a white cat trotting over, moving to nuzzle at his leg. “Hello there, cutie.” He cooed, petting the cat as he babbled at it.

“Channie!” a female voice called, drawing his attention as a strawberry blonde walked over, long hair pulled into a ponytail. “I was wondering if we’d see you today.”

“Sana!” Chan chimed, opening his arms to hug the female. “I’m showing my new hire the best places in the area. This is Han. Han,” he turned to look at Han, who looked up from once again petting the cat and stood up. “This is Sana, owner of the cafe.”

“Pleasure, Miss Sana!” Han greeted, holding out a hand, glancing down as the cat wound its way around his leg.

“Oh, I see you’ve met Yuki.” Sana smiles as she shakes Han’s hand, eyes looking down at the feline.

“Oh, is that his name?”

“It is. He’s our little prince, so I can’t let him go, but we do have a few wandering around who need homes.” Sana confirmed, laughing when Han’s face lit up.

“Wait, this is a cat cafe?”

“Yep. I help out a couple of the shelters when their cat roster is too big. Currently, the cafe houses nine cats other than Yuki, all of them fixed and up to date on vaccines.” Sana explained. “So if you’re considering, let one of the staff know.”

“I will, thank you.” Han replied.

“Minho is here, too, if you’d like to join him?” Sana turns to Chan as she speaks, head nodding towards the back wall.

“Sure, save the tables for strangers.” Chan teased, motioning for Han to follow.

The pair head over and Han recognizes the man sitting at the table scrolling through his phone - the one from this morning in the practice room. Dark purple hair actually has a dimension of color, the overall hues just close enough to look like one shade from afar. Now up close, Han was able to see the full effect of ice blue eyes that almost looked like a sunburst crystal. The man looks up as he hears them approaching, and Han feels like he can’t breathe for a moment being so close to such a gorgeous male.

“Hey there, Minho.” Chan greeted, moving to slide into the booth across from the man, leaving room as Han blindly slides in as well.

Minho nods, eyes going to Han as his head cocks to one side. “Who’s this?”

“Oh, this is my new hire, Han.” Chan replied. “He just started at 325 today.”

Han is aware of Minho’s gaze on him, like his soul is being examined, and he lifts a hand to wave a little, his own pink gaze watching back. “Hi.”

“Hm,” Minho hums as he nods, appearing thoughtful for a moment. “I hope Chan here hasn’t given you all the boring stuff to do.”

“Not at all! It’s actually been nice, but it’s only day one.” Han replied.

“Is this the one you hand picked?” Minho’s attention was on Chan as he spoke, arching a brow when Chan confirmed. “Well, if Chan picked you personally, you’ll do fine. His instinct is never wrong.” Something in the way Minho says the words makes Han pause, glancing at Chan as Minho speaks again. “By the way, Chan, Yeji said to say thank you as always. It’s nice to have a space without the coach breathing down our necks.”

“You know he just wants you guys to succeed.” Chan countered.

“He paired us simply because we’re his top skaters, Chan. You know how long it took to find chemistry.”

“You guys seemed to have good chemistry this morning?” Han chimed in, catching Minho’s eyes even though he’s engrossed in the menu. “What song were you using?” When he looks up, he smiles a little nervously at the unreadable expression on the other’s face and preoccupies himself with the menu again.

“Minho, be nice. He means well.” Chan playfully scolded, looking up as a waiter came to get orders.

“Isn’t that fascinating?” Minho rolled his eyes, but there was the faintest hint of a smile, which both confused and concerned Han. “But, to answer your question Han, we haven’t officially decided. We’re debating a broadway track or medley, but we can’t find one that can work what we need in the routine.”

“Broadway?” Han asked, perking up. “I actually have a medley I designed for a project if you’d like to listen? It’s a Phantom medley.”

“Like Phantom of the Opera?” Minho asked back. He takes a moment to look between the two across from him before he nods. “Sure, why not?” As Han grins and starts scrolling through his phone, Minho looks to Chan with a look of inquiry to which Chan merely shrugs. While Han is looking for the track, he reaches into his own bag to pull out a pair of headphones as he waits.

“Ah, here it is!” Han bounces a little as he holds his phone out. “You just have to hit play.” He lets Minho take the phone, watching as the other plugs his headphones in and puts the earbuds into his ears to listen. The moment Minho’s eyes close so he can listen to the track, Han feels himself become nervous, self doubt evident as he suddenly looks down at the table where his hands are wrapped around his cup.

“Hey.” Chan nudges Han when he sees the way the younger looks, smiling encouragingly when Han looks at him. “I’m sure it’s a great piece.”

“I haven’t let anyone hear it since my project.” Han replied. “I don’t know how a normal person will-”

“Don’t think like that, Han. I’ve seen what you’re capable of, but more importantly, you know what you’re capable of.” Chan interjected, voice more firm. “Why do you think I chose you to be the first immediate hire, hm? Don’t let that confidence vanish just because you aren’t sitting in a studio or at a soundboard. You can believe in what you create without the audio program open in front of you.”

Han is grateful to hear the words, Chan’s voice enveloping him in a wave of calm. He nodded in thanks, startling a little when a waiter approached to take their order. As the waiter walked away to put the order in, Han leaned back in his chair, sipping his drink as he waited. “That piece came out better than I expected it to, honestly.” he admitted softly. “I fought with it for over three weeks.” Chan is opening his mouth to reply when ice blue eyes open and Minho pulls his headphones out of his ears.

“You arranged this medley?” he asked, tone indiscernible.

Han bites his lower lip nervously as he nodded. “It was one of my last projects.”

Minho hums to himself before fiddling with the phone in front of him, glancing up to see the amused look on Chan’s face. “What?”

“Just ask for the file, Minho.” Chan teased.

“What?” Han’s pink eyes widened, a grin spreading across his face. “You liked it?”

“Yeji still has to listen to it, but I can see a routine or two to it. I put my number in your phone so you can send it.” Minho replied nonchalantly. Han’s excitement was tangible, though, and he found himself unable to keep one corner of his mouth from quirking up. “Don’t get too excited, she can be a tough sell.”

“Do you have to act so cold, Minho?” Chan scolded playfully, his own cup setting back on the table.

“Isn’t that my nature, Christopher?” Minho teased with a smirk, reaching over to pat Chan’s arm. “You of all people should know that by now.” As he withdrew his hand, his fingers brushed Chan’s cup, reaching to pick his own up and take a drink.

“Maybe I keep hoping you’ll open up that frozen heart.” Chan countered with a laugh, shaking his head. As the waiter appeared with a cart of food, he lifted his cup to take a drink, stopping and frowning before leveling a stare at Minho. “Seriously?” he asked, sighing. “You owe me a fresh one.”

“Worth it,” Minho shrugged with a faint laugh as he thanked the server, letting them walk away before getting up to go to the counter.

Han, lost in the excitement to try the food that mingles with the scent of coffee, comes back to reality when Minho gets up. “Hey, where’s he going? The food just got here.” He cracked his chopsticks and began preparing a wrap, bouncing a little as he put it together and closed the lettuce around the ingredients.

“He just went to get another drink, no big deal. He likes to pull pranks from time to time, you’ll get used to it once you get to know him.” Chan assured, moving to take a bite of his ramyeon.

At the reassurance, Han continued to munch on his food, moaning at the taste. “This is probably the best wraps I’ve had in ages.” he praised, stuffing another bite in his mouth. Minho returned with fresh drinks, and the trio fell into a comfortable rhythm as they ate with light conversation.

“You look like a quokka.” Minho said suddenly, head cocked to one side.

Han looked up in confusion, cheeks puffed with food as he ate. “Hm?”

“You. Look. Like. A. Quokka.” Minho reiterated slower, earning himself a smack from Chan from across the table.

“Be nice, Minho.”

Han made a noise as he swallowed his food, shaking his head. “No, no, it’s fine. I’ve been called a lot worse, actually. At least quokkas are cute. My brother calls me ‘Little Squirrel’.”

“Is that name from how you eat?” Minho inquired flatly, one brow arched up.

“Lee Minho,” Chan scolded despite Han’s laughter. “Would it kill you to be nice to my employee?” Han’s laughter only increased at the words, reaching to wave his hand to show it didn’t bother him.

“You cannot tell me he doesn’t look like a quokka, Chan.” Minho countered.

“Regardless-”

“It’s okay, really.” Han brushed off, finishing making the last of his lettuce wraps. “I don’t mind being called a quokka.” He took a bite of his wrap when he finished speaking, humming contentedly.

“I should get to the rink. I have my solo stuff to work on today as well.” Minho mused, moving to stand up and grab his jacket. “Say Chan, how is our little problem going?”

Chan gave Minho a pointed look, but shrugged it off after a moment. “Day to day, but no luck yet. I’ll follow up later.”

“Later it is.” Minho nodded, waving a hand at Han. “It was nice to meet you, Han. Don’t let this one work you too hard.” Even if his face wasn’t particularly readable, Han could hear the playful note in the words.

“I won’t. You be safe.” Han replied, a breath before Chan spoke up.

“You don’t go causing any trouble, Minho.”

“Who do I look like, Seungmin?” Minho laughed a little, waving over his shoulder as he headed out, leaving the two at the table.

“He doesn’t seem too terrible,” Han mused, popping the last bite of his food into his mouth.

“You were with me.” Chan laughed a little, lifting his cup to take another drink. “He had no reason to detest you. If there’s anyone he trusts when it comes to people, it’s me.”

“How come?”

Chan hums to himself, thinking for a moment. “I have a way with people, I guess. I can get a feel for their intentions really well.”

“So you’re good at reading people.” Han concluded.

“You could say that,” Chan agreed, pulling his wallet out to put a tip on the table. “I’m gonna go pay. Are you ready?”

“Yeah, let me finish my drink and we’ll be good to go.” Han assured, lifting his cup as he slid out of the booth to let Chan out. He watched Chan walk away, taking his last drink and setting the now empty cup back on the table. The motion brought his attention to one of the cups sitting around Chan’s bowl, the light casting a sheen over the frozen block inside the mug. Confusion distorted his face as he tried to understand what he was seeing, but Chan’s greeting when he came back pulled him from his thoughts. “Are we all set?”

“Yep, let’s head back.”

“What’s the plan?”

“Well, I have two recording sessions scheduled. Would you like to see my process and meet the artists?”

“Sounds like a plan if I’ve ever heard one!” Han excitedly chimed, falling in step with Chan as they walked the distance back to the building. His excitement was enough that the memory of the frozen cube on the table was forgotten as he looked forward to the rest of what the day would hold.

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